I was at a family reunion, visiting with relatives, when for some reason I got offended at my family. I walked out, determined not to give them the satisfaction of forgiving them. So I wandered for years in bitterness and loneliness, eventually ending up destitute and sick. I wandered, scrounging for food but turning into a walking, filthy skeleton. One day I found myself collapsing in someones back lane from cold and hunger. There was a piece of discarded food, half rotten in my hand but a bird came and snatched it away. I cursed the bird and lay down to die. But I awoke, freezing and tormented by hunger pains. I got myself on my wobbly feet. Just then, in the dawning light, I saw a man getting in his car to go to work.
In desperation I tried to run and call out to him. Suddenly the car stopped, he backed up and got out. "Do you need something to eat?" he said. I nodded, I'd never been so hungry in my life. He left me sitting on the porch steps while he went inside. After a few minutes he brought out a sandwich, a pair of clean, warm socks, and a candle. As I ate he lit the candle and the warmth of it's light and his love hit me and i started to weep. For some reason he said "I love the sound of a pastors voice in a church, don't you?" Then and there, in this alternate universe of dreams where I had become a homeless, bitter man, I knew God had reached out to me through this man, fed me, softened my heart and turned me back towards my faith and my family.
That's it. Interpretation is a gift, but not really needed for this one.
